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Ties That Bind
TI by Guy Baldwin M.S.
The SM/Leather/Fetish Erotic Style Issues, Commentaries And Advice Edited by Joseph Bean Preface by Gayle Rubin
Daedalus Publishing Company, Los Angeles
Copyright© 1993 by Guy Baldwin 2nd Edition 2003 All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any informational storage or retrieval system except with permission in writing from the publisher. Published by Daedalus Publishing Company 2140 Hyperion Ave. Los Angeles, CA 90027 USA http://www.daedaluspublishing.com Library of Congress Catalog Card Number: 93-70930 ISBN 1-881943-09-7
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These efforts are dedicated to Jim Kane and Ike Barns, my first mentors-still together after 21 years-and to all my departed brethren. I could hardly list or properly memorialize them all here, but I offer as a dedication in memoriam a note I wrote for Drummer on the passing of Jim Ed Thompson. In the summer of '77, I set up a scene between Jim Ed and my then lover as my birthday present to my main man. Jim Ed met him at a bar, put an eyeless hood on my lover, drove him around a while, then drove him to my house. Jim threw him over one shoulder and carried him into my playroom for a hot scene. My lover had no idea where he was, and I got to watch Jim play with him for several hours. Later, Jim and I ate birthday pie off my lover's chest with great relish---candles burning all the while. I shall never forget...never. Today, I learned of Jim Ed's death, and a part of me went with him, for he has been one of the village elders, a keeper of the sacred flame. I took my Harley up through Griffith Park earlier on a sort of memorial ride. I listened to the wind whistling past my ears-listened for any whispering that may have been there, rather like the oracles at Delphi, leaning over that crack in the earth, inhaling the vapors, hopeful of some sign. I heard sounds, but I do not know what they meant. I tried to think on what might make my sorrow lighter, and suddenly I thought of Jim Ed playing with my frieqds Larry Hunt, Bruce Rapp, Mike Cahalin, and other village elders who have also left. And, lo, a smile graced my sad, wet lips. I shall do Thirteen Strokes, and smartly, in your honor this year at Inferno. Good-bye, my Friend. Guy Baldwin
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
To write anything of consequence, one must have help and support from others. For me, these must include my leather family, friends, colleagues, lovers, suitors, Tops, bottoms, Masters, slaves, and some special acquaintances. Specifically, they are: Scot Answer, Mikal Bales, Race Bannon, Ike Barnes, Joseph Bean, Bear, Mike Boustead, David Britton D.M.A., Jim Burnett M.D., Jeff Burnham, Roger Burroughs, john burrow, Pat Califia, Steve Darrow, Brian Dawson, Durk Dehner, Barry Douglas, George Fouras M.D., Vince Gaither, Chris Hanson, Marcus Hernandez, Larry Hunt, Andrew Irish, Ron Johnson, Jim Kane, Fred Katz, Don Levi, Wes Lockwood, Jan Lyon, Tom Magister, Dwayne McWaine M.D., Mike Pereyra, Mike Pierce, Matoc Pope, Mariano Rabino, Chuck Renslow, Henry Romanowski, Gayle Rubin, Will Russell, Dorothy Satten Ph.D., Tony Scarcella M.D., Bobby Smith-The Elder, Bob Smith-The Younger, Robert Stoller M.D., Jim-Ed Thompson, Mark Thompson, Jim Ward, and David Willoughby. Some of these are already gone but not forgotten. Thanks and deep appreciation must also go to my clients who teach me constantly; members of the Chicago Hellfire Club, and those who have been kind enough to find my work suitable for publication. Thank you all.
Pictures From The Black Dance
I am the painter; come now, my canvas. Trophied whiteness, to sweat in zenith Sun. You are my medium, treasured seer From the workshop of your mother' s